Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 184

Jack agreed to Olivia’s request without any hesitation.

Tom and Jerry spent a long time catching up with Olivia.

“Ms. Olivia, Jack left the island shortly after you did. He should have come to Aldenvine.

“If you need his help, you can contact him in private.”

“Do you guys know his background?” Olivia felt that Jack was very mysterious.

He was a man who owned a lot of firearms. And she still doesn’t know what he looked like.

The information that Calvin dug up was definitely going to be limited.

Jack was different. He might have special channels to gather more information.

In addition, Jack was a mysterious entity. The mastermind would not know about his existence.

“Jack washed up on our shores a few years ago. He was on the brink of death when he arrived. Mom saved his life. “He didn’t seem to have any family, so he stayed on our island. But I think he might be an incredible person. His marksmanship is excellent.”

his head in embarrassment at the mention of marksmanship. “Ms. Olivia, I was too nervous that day. “I almost hit you accidentally. But your ex–husband was good to you. He protected you almost

was true that he hated Ethan. But he was also able to acknowledge his good qualities. Olivia didn’t want to talk about Ethan. She patted him

to make a name for yourself

“Understood, Ms. Olivia.”

Olivia brought

time Jerry was in such a close encounter with these art pieces. He was immensely moved. He did not know

him. He shrugged and said, “I know there are book nerds. I think he’s

about these paintings? His

and said, “It’s only natural you can’t feel what

them. It was as if she was back on the island, living a carefree

for a long time. She approached him and asked, “What are

filled with joy, shining like stars in the

look at this painting. It

the painting and was taken

forth from beyond the hills and showered its light on everything, giving them a

with greenery. Birds were soaring in the air,

was a cottage with smoke rising from its

mountains.

felt like the painting